Broken Without You

Chapter 27: chicken wings

The song for this chapter is: "Hold Back the River" by James Bay
Try to keep you close to me, but life got in between.
It was a chilly August evening. The crisp fresh air did not make it any easier to think though. Even the satisfying crunch of the leaves under your legs did not take away from the awkward atmosphere. You sneaked a peek at him, and sure enough, he was doing the same.
He chuckled softly, "what are we doing?"
"I don't know" you admitted. "We used to be able to talk as easily about the kardashians as the next possible presidential candidate" you smiled.
"True, nothing has changed. Not even Kim" Ney replied.
"So why does this feel so?? he trailed off.
"Because we're so very different now, things have changed" you murmured.
"I feel like they haven't really."
"Of course they have! We have careers for one, and well we're older."
Reaching the car, you unlocked the trunk. Placing your equipment in the back you headed back towards Ney. His hazel eyes were truly the 8th miracle in the world.
"You heading home soon?" you ask him.
"Nah, I think I'm gonna have a quick drink and then I'll call it a day" he looked away.
"you have a game tomorrow" you shook your head.
"It's Rayo, I'm sure we'll be good. They can always bench me and put little sergi in" he laughed darkly.
"Well they could, but that's not the point" you snapped.
"Hey chill, I wasn't aware you two were a thing"
You shook your head in disbelief, "That's.. That's not even--" You climbed into the car.
"Maybe you haven't changed a bit Ney" you said closing the door. His foot stopped you from closing it completely.
"Hey wait, I'm sorry I didn't mean that" he apologizes.
He jogged over to the other side of the passenger door. He knocks on the car window, motioning for you to open it.
Against your better judgement, you do and he slides in. He takes a huge whiff of the car smell. "It smells like you" he says looking at you intently.
"Okay, so are we gonna go eat or what I'm starving?" You raise your eyebrows.
He grins like a little boy who was told christmas came early. "I'm in the mood for Mexican I don't know about you" he smirks.
Turning on the radio, you roll your big brown eyes at him.
"Ha, ha. We're getting take-out, you need to sleep early today" you advise him.
He shrugs. "Can we get a drink first?" he pleads.
"I'm on edge" he confesses.
"Why" you ask curiously.
"Well, this beautiful medic came and surprised me in the showers first off, I think she likes me and that makes me pretty nervous" he fidgets.
"What makes you think she likes you?" you laugh.
"Ouch" he chuckles.
"these" he raises his shirt, boasting a tan, smooth six pack that looks iron-hard. You gasp, and quickly look back at the road. He, however, cannot stop laughing and pestering you the whole way to the restaurant.

"Stay in the car, I'll only be a second" you stop him from going inside hooters. You hadn't wanted to come here with him, knowing how he would behave but you were really craving some bbq wings.
"You don't need any help? I can---"
"Stay. Here." you repeat.
"Fine" he pulls out his blue beats and lays back, sighing dramatically.
Sharing the wings, you start talking again, he recounts the major events leading up to getting officilly signed to Barca, the amazing people he's met (Messi, Messi, Messi), and the upcoming brazil call ups.
"I'm really hoping I get called up, I mean I've gotten some hints by my agent that it's almost a given, but I'm up against a lot of really good players."
"You're obviously getting called up, you're the best forward I've seen, the talent's practically oozing out of your feet" you take a bite of your chicken wing.
"Thanks baby" his eyes shine at your praise.
It's 8 o'clock once you get Neymar back to his house. "Go to sleep right now okay no fifa little boy" you tease him.
"Okay" he blows a kiss at you.
"Hey, wait" he stops you from pulling out of the driveway.
"What?" you look up at his sudden serious eyes.
"Aren't you gonna ask?"
"About??" you are very confused.
"Rafinha."